We were sitting at the bar, I had my sunglasses on for head-injury-photophobia, and nothing was happening. Just silence, watching the TV, I’m not even close to him or saying a word to anyone. Then, she snaps a picture of us on her mobile phone.

After done, begins howling MOTHERSHITPSYCHOPATHLAUGHTER! Almost like she was ready to fall off her barstool. I asked if I could see it. She showed it only to him.

I said I had littler things that I could care littler about. I mean, what was MOTHERSHITPSYCHOPATHgoing to do? FB, Twitter, Instagram or whatever this “harmless” picture?

Please.

Well, tonight was a real topper!

Association-Dude-Small-Cock-Oedipal-Complex comes running over with some guy’s information on it. He kept saying he’s looking for someone to date. I should call him. He’s really nice.

Perhaps I too loudly said, “WHY THE FUCK WOULD I CALL SOME STRANGER FOR A DATE, WHEN…” At that point, I was interrupted.

“Well, can I give him your information!”

I think I might have shrieked back? I’m not sure.

“WHYTHEFUCK WOULD I CALL SOME STRANGER FOR A DATE AND YOU GIVING HIM MY INFORMATION? THAT’S SO FUCKING INSANE! THERE IS NOWAY I WOULD GIVE OUT MY PERSONAL INFORMATION TO A TOTAL STRANGER! EVEN YOU ASKING IS JUST PLAIN RUDE!”

I like the fact that I actually brought up proper manners at the end of my tirade. What can I say? *shrugs* I have proper manners.

Then MOTHERSHITPSYCHOPATHstarts screaming, “He’s got lots of money!

And the massive laughter continues…until she lays another one on me: “Oh, are you crying???”